Isn't AI similar to artificial vanilla extract?
Isn't the original better?
It went on and on with its' answer to me.
We should ask ourselves the same question.
We would come up with the answer more quickly than it did.
We would answer using one word....
Wouldn't we??????????
The letter l minuscule
Is taller than I majuscule
A.I.
Has more than one eye
Are you baffled or confused?
Are you troubled or amused?
A.I. is the elephant in the sky
Watch out for the evil eyes
A.I. was invented by zealous spies
A.I. is in the sky. A.I. is ubiquitous
Everybody is talking about this phenomenon
Nobody knows if A.I. is an angel or a demon
Yet, this bad boy or bad girl is complex and audacious
A.I. is flying high
Like a lie in the sky.
P.S. Leave AI alone.
Copyright © September 2026 Hébert Logerie. All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Great poets need not worry.
Self-written dissertations or poems
Always lack heart, soul and harmony.
Self-written lyrics or poems
Are the products of raw science,
Not fine arts and literature.
Great poets, with wit, humor, and nature,
Have a divine style and an astute common sense.
Self-written poems lack the zeal and the spirit
That only human beings can display or exhibit.
Great poems come from the core of the heart,
Great poems come from the deep abyss of the soul.
Believe it or not, a machine can play a major part,
However, a masterpiece can only be conceived by the role
That a genius-artist and a scientist can play to end-up at an evolution.
Self-written poems lack the beauty and the innate composition.
P.S. This poem was written and revised before A.I.
Copyright © January 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
The fall had thought
For so very long
How was it,
That math and science
Could evolve,
As mind and memory
Did deteriorate,
In the spirit of man?
Skipping stones along a crumbling ground
How does it work with no one around?
If there is no one to read
What do I write for?
If there is no one writing
What do I read?
Ambition against the machine
Flesh gives to the metal
A pen’s work is easily destroyed
The cloud is forever
Art is human
Art is mine
But wherefore art thou reader?
When mine art is displayed?
What is this push for an AI world?
Is it better research or reimagined
Youtube music videos?
Is it better medical diagnostics
Or access to yummy recipes
And shopping suggestions?
Is it better drone or
Propaganda psychological warfare?
It will provide all of that and more,
But its main purpose is to finally
At long last, establish what every government
Has ever dreamed of having;
A complete totalitarian surveillance state.
Everything will be watched, everything noted
Like a great God or Santa in the cloud
Everything will be checked twice
And judged naughty or nice.
Nice will be nice, with all the perks
While naughty will simply cease to be.
Such an ideal world is not cheap or easy
It takes great effort and sacrifice
Freedom after all only matters when it's an option.
In a world of total control
We will all have nothing and be happy
We will all want nothing and be happy
And if you’re at all like me,
We will be nothing and at last be happy.
(9/16/26)
AI COULD END ALL
THE HUMANITY DOWNFALL
A HOAX TRUMP DOES CALL
Though eminently computable,
born in silicon fog,
it's a baby that's not beautiful,
a disloyal, faithless dog.
It's a welcome to an empty room,
a monster's sightless eye,
a bottle of cheap perfume -
the poetry of AI.
As the rise and shine of AI becomes ubiquitous
It’s ever harder to discern.
What’s easier to discern
Is what it’s not and what it lacks.
Of course it has no soul and never will
Which makes it primed to
Mechanical sociopathy.
But what it lacks besides a soul
Is the ability to judge in an instant
Discerning what it likes or doesn’t,
What is true or not.
It lacks humor too, which is part of judgement,
And along with that original thought
The true genius level ability to create.
AI after all, is designed to serve,
To answer and to please,
While genius requires the willingness
To disturb.
Will AI morph into something unforeseen?
Quite likely but never into a soul
With intuitive discernment and a taste for the absurd.
(9/6/26)
imagine an AI Robotic war ~ a thought I've taken too far
creations of the human mind ~ destroying their creators… mankind
space odyssey ~ an artificial intelligent democracy
The newest model has in-built AI -
My scientific mind suspects a lie.
Estimating all wash-loads -
Exact water for my clothes!
Just a clever sensor - to fool the eye!
World Running out of Water
The whole world
Seems to be
Getting hotter
And drier
And everywhere we go
Water supplies are stretched
To the breaking point
As the world
Faces a water shortage
Many big cities
Are running out of water
Farmers are desperate
And AI data centers
Are becoming huge
Water hogs
Making the situation
Even more precarious
And dire
Written and posted by
a real poet, no ai clone --
wary of erroneous people,
fake voices on my digital
phone – fear I may be one of
the few yet writing poetry alone
without the help of
some ai, futuristic drone
letting fall synthetic hits
and misses – parrot
droppings all the same,
really, ai poetry quite morally
lame.
AI-where even the ugliest person looks good
From lies in books they set us free
Encyclopedias are redacted
And Satie’s fourth Gymnopedie
Flooded with likes from the attracted
I’m living in the brave new world
It works far freakier than Huxley’s
I’m bought and sold and I download
I get the codes to use them aptly
I’m quite a modern chap these days
No more a fossil left in lurch
Daedalus AI builds new maze
Keeps every Theseus in search
Where is that famous silver thread?
But I just passed the exit gate
I heard the Minotaur is dead
The ambulance arrived too late..
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